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Born as the fourth son of the Heavenly Demon Sect's supreme leader, Jin Seo-Won was shunned and humiliated simply because his mother came from the commoners, not from the prestigious Seven Clans that uphold the sect.

Betrayed by his own brothers and silently executed by the heir of the Sword Clan, Jin Seo-Won's life ended in despair.

But fate wasn't done with him.

A mysterious system gave him a chance to return to the past—before his mother's death, before his fall. Now armed with future knowledge, hidden power, and cold determination, he walks the path of revenge through blood and flame.

He will challenge the pride of the Seven Clans.
He will tear down the thrones of his brothers.
And this time... he will rise not as a discarded son, but as the true heir of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Let the world tremble.

He has returned.

Heavenly Demon Regressor

The morning sun pierced the mist covering the academy's east courtyard.

Disciples had gathered again, this time not for an announcement—but for a spectacle.

And one of the fighters… was the Fourth Prince.

"Against someone from the Poison Clan?"

Do-Yoon stood just outside the arena, fists clenched. His robe still smelled of herbs from last night's training. He looked tense—but his eyes glowed with a new kind of clarity.

> "Pangeran Keempat... will win," he muttered.

The challenger stood inside the ring already.

A disciple of the Poison Clan—young, arrogant, and brimming with venomous qi. He sneered as Jin Seo-Won entered the arena, his steps calm, measured, and silent.

From the upper viewing platform, the elders and seven clan leaders watched closely.

Some leaned forward. Others wore thin smiles.

The Guardian watched with his arms folded, unreadable.

The challenger attacked first, unleashing a wide arc of poisonous mist from his palm.

He stepped to the side, fast—too fast.

Then a jab straight into a nerve cluster.

The Poison Clan disciple staggered back, coughing blood.

Seo-Won's expression remained blank.

> "I gave you the first move," he said quietly.

With a blur, he closed the distance again—this time faster, sharper. He slammed his elbow into the side of the disciple's face, knocking him down in a single ruthless motion.

Even among the noble-born disciples.

> "If anyone else wants to test me..."

"Come now. I don't like repeating myself."

Later that day, inside the hidden chamber beneath the eastern slope, Do-Yoon knelt before his master once more.

Seo-Won looked down at him with quiet intensity.

> "You passed the first breathing method," he said.

He placed two fingers on Do-Yoon's chest.

A pulse of energy surged into him—sharper, heavier than before.

Do-Yoon cried out, his body trembling uncontrollably.

> "This is a combat-based technique," Seo-Won said.

"It will turn your weakness into edge. If you survive the pain."

"I won't disappoint you, Pangeran Keempat…"

Back at the upper pavilion, clan leaders gathered in private.

> "That technique…" murmured the Flame Clan head.

"It doesn't resemble anything in our archives."

The Sword Clan head narrowed his eyes.

> "Where did he learn something like that?"

But the Guardian only stood by the window, smiling faintly.

"And the storm has already begun to rise."

Chapter 9: The Duel of Intentions